I did not write about the shabbaton because nothing exciting happened. It was nice, the people were nice and the beach was nice, but nothing really worth blogging about. But one thing did happen that got me mad and bear with me because I had it all typed up and lost it so this is take two. It was friday night and I was talking to a couple of Yachad advisors when a HASC guy came over to rub in the fact that I missed simchaton. I made my excuses and he moved on.
Then one of the Yachad advisors turned to me and started sharing his views on HASC. "They begged me to work there" he said "but I refused because such camps make me sick, they are just disgusting." Ok, stop right here, first of all dude (and no I did not say this) but they beg any guy to come because they don't have enough male counselors and second of all (this I did say) why are they disgusting? (by these types of camps he meant simcha, oh and you know camps like Aishel-but he wasn't going to even get in to that)
Well he said that people worked there to put it on their shidduch resume and to get the sweatshirts. Hang on again, aren't I a good example of how this whole shidduch theory doesn't hold water and I would go back in a second.
Well it was late at night and I was not in my best rhetorical form so I did not point out that he totally missed the point of such camps (you know to give these campers a great summer and to give the parents a break) or that there were people who actually worked at these camps for reasons other then those he stated. I also did not point out that whatever reason people go they come out with so much more then they imagined they could come out with. I did say that I was sorry he thought that but I worked in camp to be with my girls.
This is when he really blew up.
"See he said, this is what I am talking about, Your girls" He said, "They are not your girls, they have parents who love them, do you think they would want you to call them your girls?"
I explained that first of all I would never call them my girls to their face and number two, their parents know what I think about them and they don't mind, they actually like that I am so attached.
But then I was thinking, all caregivers, teachers and counselors at 'normal' camps (wonder if he thinks it is ok to work at sternberg), their children, girls or boys. This is not abnormal. I think I can call girls (yes my campers were girls between the age of 7-12) who I bathed, fed, clothed, diapered, ran around with, played with, soothed, sat up all night when one had pneumonia, cuddled, worried about, taught, sang to, cried with, did laundry for, took to the doctor and most of all loved for seven weeks (some for 3 or 4 summers in a row) MY GIRLS. And by that I do not mean that I love them more than their parents, or that I own them in anyway. Sheesh.
I know that HASC is not the perfect camp, I know that us counselors are far from perfect or wonderful but he is missing part of the puzzle. He doesn't know about bonds that form so quickly and deeply that they don't disappear in the months after camp (I know it sounds like a bad color war song). He doesn't know about the campers who talk about their counselor all year and for years to come. He hasn't seen the smiles my girls give me when I visit. Maybe he should read Aishel's blog entry from last week.
No, HASC is not with out its issues.
Yes, I know that some people work their for the reason's he named.
But he missed the point.